Anyway, I’m not confrontational, but when my friend pointing this out to me I was absolutely infuriated. On my way down to have a ciggie about 10 minutes later, as I pass him he does that thing where a guy will stop walking and stare as their gaze follows you. Of course, he didn’t stare at my face, apparently staring at my tits was more appropriately degrading… and then WINKED AT ME. At this point I lost it. I absolutely lost it. I was so angry not that he should be creepy, that’s a problem for another time, but that he should dare to wear that shirt as some sort of twisted fake justification for his actions, or to provoke people.  I yelled at him, something along the lines of “do whatever you want, be as gross as you want, just don’t you fucking dare wear that shirt and devalue and invalidate everything every feminist has ever fought for”. One of his friends put his arms out between us as if I were about to punch him, told me to calm down. Feminist-my-arse-piece-of-shit-man? He just laughed, didn’t try to apologise, didn’t so much as give me any words, he just laughed. I stormed off down the stairs, people around me stood confused, I bumped into my housemate and her friend on the stairs who I suspect might’ve called security on him (I was too scared to because I didn’t think I would be taken seriously and was pretty worked up and didn’t want to get kicked out myself), as he wasn’t there when I went back upstairs about 15mins later.

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